BEATRIZ AMARAL

                                                                 Teorema

                                                                    I

                                                        o tempo do poema                                                        
                                                         é um círculo de fogo
                                                        que os mitos visitam
                                                        à noite
                                                        e as salamandras em fila
                                                        designam

                                                        o rito expande o verbo
                                                        : espectro de luz
                                                        no tronco da palavra

                                                                    II

                                                        vê-la
                                                        acesa como estrela
                                                        concisa - a fala,
                                                        pedra de moinho

                                                        lunar,
                                                        o fio de afeto
                                                        dá-me os verbos
                                                        epacta: reverbera

                                                        crista de gelo
                                                        imbrica no tempo
                                                        dançante: forma
                                                        de/mo/vê-la

                                                                    III

                                                        invicto,
                                                        nos porões,
                                                        estame

                                                        tocha de luz
                                                        sobre o caule:
                                                        pesponto

                                                        nada se colore
                                                        ou desborda

                                                        a tinta finge -
                                                        amanhece o
                                                        que escurece

                                                        percurso de toques:
                                                        espanto

                                                        mais cedo, soprar
                                                        o sol nos dedos

                                                        rejeição nos ombros,
                                                        metáfora na boca

                                                                    IV

                                                        descrevo o lago
                                                        mas o perfil de garça
                                                        se alastra

                                                        potência -
                                                        o ângulo do bico,
                                                        aresta

                                                        nenhuma regra
                                                        esculpe em pluma
                                                        um sentido

                                                        limo o gesto
                                                        no branco,
                                                        onde a ave:
                                                        mais clara

                                                                     V

                                                                    raio
                                                        sincopado na tarde
                                                        fosfóreo: barco lilás

                                                        no vácuo de espadas
                                                        meço palavras

                                                        fração entre brasas
                                                        : o lago me basta

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Beatriz Helena Ramos Amaral nasceu em São Paulo. Tem oito livros publicados, seis de poesia, entre eles Encadeamentos (1990), Planagem (1998) e Alquimia dos Círculos (2003). Coordenou, na Secretaria Municipal de Cultura, o Ciclo POESIA 96, bem como os ciclos "Clarice Lispector" (1994), "Edgard Braga: cem anos" (1997) e "Sonoridades, Visualidades, Movimentos da Poética Contemporânea" (1997). Pertence à diretoria da UBE-SP. Integra várias antologias, entre as quais Brasil 2000 - Antologia de Poesia Contemporânea Brasileira (Ed. Alma Azul, Coimbra, Portugal). Atualmente é mestranda em Literatura e Crítica Literária na PUC-SP.